An ode to boyfriends, fiancees, and husbands everywhere:
(To the tune of "My Favorite Things," from the Sound of Music)
Seth the Southern Charmer is the best of all boyfriends,
but sometimes his manly habits can grate on my nerve ends,
I guess that's just part of being in love,
that and restraining yourself when you think he needs a little shove!
Like when he spills all his coffee or forgets to do the dishes,
Watches football and more football and forgets my existence,
Waits until the last minute to get all cleaned up,
Makes fun of me when I have PMS to get me all wound up!
His ability to do his hair in under 10 seconds,
Without a barrage of products has perfect complexion,
Never gaining a pound even after tons of Milky Ways,
These are the things that make me want to overindulge at Famous Dave's.*
When he takes the trash out!
When he cooks dinner!
When he massages my back!
I simply forget all his less than perfect traits,
and then I don't feel so baaaaaaaad!**
*Or for the record, any restaurant that has margarita specials.
**But rather, quite in love, which, let the record show, I am in most of the time. With the exception of when I am cleaning pots and pans. Blech.
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